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I see. I saw.
What it is I don’t know.
I’m five years old watching.
A chicken all white.
It’s head is cut off.
But no! It’s not. It’s hanging.
Around and around
the bird runs around.
It runs in greater wide circles.
It stumbles. It falls. It Gets up and runs.
Where is it going to go?
Doomed! It’s Doomed.
And I feel Doomed too.
And the people
just stand around watching.
There’s nothing now…..
what can anyone do?
but wait.
What it is now, I know.
©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 
This poem made me feel like a five-year-old. Sad and scared.
I also like the broken lines, which seem to reflect both the way a 5-year-old might write and his state of mind.
I am so glad that this ‘Came Out,’ because I did try to pull that off. Thanks for noticing & bringing it to my attention.
🙂